Erotic haiku:
our soapy hands
as we shower together
slip and slide
1/8/15
he bends his head
I stand on tiptoe
our first kiss
3/8/15
(No need for curiosity, dear readers; there's no-one new. I write my erotica these days from memory and imagination.)
Gogyoshi:
so many clouds
so many clouds
plump and round
and apparently rollicking
over their big blue meadow —
kids in a playground
2/8/15
Senryu:
cold morning
waking to back pain
and cat on bed
21/8/15
aqua-aerobics
aqua-aerobics
I float in warm water
emerge wiped out
23/10/15
Tanka:
the rain stops
the stars are still dark
blanked out
the night’s loud silence
pierces like a scream
7/5/14
Even with
the toy teddy bear
beside me,
I fail to sleep –
until I clasp it.
18/8/15
on holiday
I begin to lose me
in the new
until this morning
I make a poem – ah!
25/8/15
I reach up
pull off and crush
a thin leaf
inhale the tang
of eucalyptus
we do this
starting in childhood
we Aussies
instinctively
breathing in home
26/8/15
like water
the light slants down
pouring
like silver rain
on your shining face
7/10/15
Tilus:
long grief, then all at once
I reclaim
me
9/6/14
the small cold days come down
I winter
lone
12/6/14
Linking to the Tuesday Platform for 1 Dec 2015 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'
Micro poetry despite the lack of number of words are big in meaning and intentions. One thinks hard to create them. One draws on experience and knowledge rather than flowery language. You've done it very well here, Rosemary!
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Thank you for the thoughtful comment, Hank!
DeleteWhat a glorious set of poems... They are like little gems, I especially like the children the playground, like a conceit they become a sunshine on the darkest of days.
ReplyDeleteOh, nice! Thank you, Bjorn.
DeleteOh, my gosh these are amazing! They are a poetic treat sparking the imagination from sensual to smiles.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you enjoyed! :-)
DeleteSo lovely! Fresh for morning as I read, thanks. :)
ReplyDeleteAll wonderful, Rosemary - I like the Gogyoshi best!
ReplyDeleteVery nice poems Rosemary, like the Tanka about the teddy bear
ReplyDeleteI think I like the tanka written on the 7th May 2014 the best.
ReplyDeleteThey're all nice, Rosemary. I couldn't pick just one as a fave. So, this one:
ReplyDeletecold morning
waking to back pain
and cat on bed
Reminded me of all the baby pigs who die, squashed by their mamas rolling over in their sleep. Cats too by their owners I suppose. :)
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Yuk! What a horrible thought! My cats had enough sense to sleep down near my feet (above the blankets) or up near my head. (Besides, I'm not THAT fat. :-D )
DeleteThese are lovely poetry bon-bons - sweet and small. I am very fond of the erotic haiku!
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